"What do you mean by 'too noisy, causing discontent among the villagers'?"
Hua Xiaomai was momentarily stunned.
She had set up her stall by the river for barely twenty days, and business was initially poor. Hardly anyone came to eat noodles at night, and no significant noise was produced. As business gradually picked up, more people came, and the noise from talking and chatting might have increased slightly, but it certainly wasn't enough to disturb the peace.
Moreover, she would pack up the stall by around midnight, when most villagers had not yet gone to bed. How could that cause 'much discontent'?
Before she could figure it out, Hua Erniang next to her exploded like a firecracker.
